Bucket and sponge time

Now that I’m not spending all my time feeding the wood stove, I cast an eye around the downstairs walls, yesterday, and considered whether I should break out the paint rollers and paint cans or whether a good scrub would do the job. It has been about 6 years since the last paint job and painted walls don’t last forever. Especially with things like a wood stove and a few episodes of grease in the oven’s broiler pan producing a cloud of smoke.

I got out the bucket and the spic-n-span and decided to give scrubbing a go. One wall in the living room completed and it was quite shocking. The bucket water was nasty looking and the wall was definitely a couple of shades lighter with a nice sheen. Sheesh. It’s almost enough to make me want to order take out for the rest of my life and never use the wood stove again.

Only 3 walls left to scrub in there. After a dense cloud of greasy smoke in the kitchen last week, I suspect the kitchen needs another scrub, too. Maybe I’m compulsive about this, but I hate grimy walls.

There is something about this house that’s different from the other houses I’ve lived in. I never, ever scrubbed walls in my other houses. They didn’t need it. I don’t know what the deal is with this one.